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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.