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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.