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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
EPMD,
Index,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.