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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
DNA,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.