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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.