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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Shanghai and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.