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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
The Names,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.