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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.