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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.