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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
UT,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.