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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.