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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.