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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.