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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.