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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.