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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.