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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.