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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.