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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.