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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
UT,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.