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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.