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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 New Order to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
DNA,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.