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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.