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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Scion,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.