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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.