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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.