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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
CMW,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.