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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.