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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.