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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Ituana,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Fear,
David Bowie,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.