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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler 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 grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.