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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Smog,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.