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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.