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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Magma 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Organ,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.