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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.