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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.