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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.