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 Morocco 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Audionom,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.