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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.