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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.