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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.