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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.