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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.