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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
the Association,
The Names,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.