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 Uzbekistan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.