Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.