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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.