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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.