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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.