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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.