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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.