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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.