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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.