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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.