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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
UT,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.