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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.