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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Rekid,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.