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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.