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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.