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 Suriname 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.