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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Remains,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.