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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.