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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.