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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.