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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.