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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.