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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.