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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.