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 India and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.