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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.