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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.