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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.