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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.