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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Doors to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.