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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.