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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.