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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.