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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
the Association,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.