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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.