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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.