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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.