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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.