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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.