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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
The Names,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.