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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Monks,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.