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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Pole,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.