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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.