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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Standells to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.