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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.