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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
MDC,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.