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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
UT,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.