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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.