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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
UT,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.