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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.