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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Zapp,
The Standells,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.