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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Index to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.