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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.