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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.