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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.