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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.