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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
UT,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.