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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.