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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fugs to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.