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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.