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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.