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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.