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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.