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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Technova,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.