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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Technova,
Franke,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.