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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Mandrill to the punk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.