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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
PIL,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.