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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
X-101,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.