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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.