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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.