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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
The Litter,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.