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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can 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?
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.