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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Franke,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.