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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.