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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.