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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.