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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.