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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.