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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Gun Club to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.