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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.