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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.