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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
UT,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.