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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.