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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.