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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.