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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.