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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Cybotron,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.