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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.