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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.