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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
ABC,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.