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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.