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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.