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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.