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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Can,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.