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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.