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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.