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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.