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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.