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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.