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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.