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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.