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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.