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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
ABC,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.