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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.