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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.