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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.