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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
ABC,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.