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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.