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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Pole,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.