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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.