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 Ghana 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.