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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.