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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.