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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.