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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
UT,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Roxette,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.