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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.