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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.