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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.