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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Music Machine to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Interpol,
Slave,
Swans,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.