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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.