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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.