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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.