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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.