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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.