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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mojo Men to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.