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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.