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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.