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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.