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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.