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 Morocco 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.