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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.