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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.