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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.