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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.