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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas 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 funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.