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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Franke,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.