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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.