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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Moebius 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
The Remains,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.