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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.