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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.