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 Belarus 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Brick,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.