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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.