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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
the Normal,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.