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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Organ to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Pole,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.