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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.