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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Faust,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Japan,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
10cc,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.