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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.