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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.