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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.