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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.