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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.