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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.