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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.