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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.