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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.