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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Television,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.