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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim 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?
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.