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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.