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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.