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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Mars,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.