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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.