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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
10cc,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.