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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.