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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.