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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.