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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Television,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.