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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.