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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.