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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.