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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.