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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Index to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.