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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.