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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.