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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.