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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.