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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Scion,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.