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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.