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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.