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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.