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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.