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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.