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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.