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 Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Martian 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.