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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.