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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.