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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.