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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.