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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.