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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.