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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Wire,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.