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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.