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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
MDC,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.