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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.