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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.