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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.