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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Davy DMX 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.