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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.