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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.