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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.