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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.