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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.