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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
JFA,
Television,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.