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 Malta 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.