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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.