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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.