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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Crime,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.