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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Can,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.