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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.