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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Can,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.