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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Flash Fearless 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Pole,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.