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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.