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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.