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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
World's Most,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.