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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.