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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.