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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.