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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Gories to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.