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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Gong,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.