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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.