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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.