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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.