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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 10cc to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
The Names,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.