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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.