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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.