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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.