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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.