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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Slave,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.