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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.