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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.