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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.