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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy 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 funk 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 a 808 and a snare 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.