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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Magma,
the Human League,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.