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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.