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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Marmalade 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.