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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.