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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.