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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.