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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.