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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.