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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.