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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.