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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Model 500,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.