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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.