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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.