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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.