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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Index,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.