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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.