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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.