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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.