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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Fear,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.