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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.