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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.