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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.