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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Can,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.