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 Lebanon 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.