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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.