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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.