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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.