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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.