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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.