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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.