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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.