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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.