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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Vogues 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Organ,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.