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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.