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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.