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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.