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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.