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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.