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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Franke,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.