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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
The Saints,
10cc,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.