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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.