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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.