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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.