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 Canada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.