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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.