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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.