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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
the Swans,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
X-102,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.