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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.