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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.