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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.