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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.