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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.