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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.