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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.