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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.