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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.