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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 clarinet 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.