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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Television,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.