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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.