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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.