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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.