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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.