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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.