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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.