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 Bulgaria 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Grass Roots to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.