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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.