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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.