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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.