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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 EPMD to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.