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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.