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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.