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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Index,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.