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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.