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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.