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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Section 25,
June Days,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.