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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.