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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.