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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.