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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.