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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.