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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.