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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.