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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.