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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.