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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Whodini,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.