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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.