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 Georgia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.