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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.