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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.