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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.