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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
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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.