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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.