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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.