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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.