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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Urselle,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.