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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.