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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All the Germs 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 grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.