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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.