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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.