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 Laos and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.