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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.