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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.