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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.