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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Dice to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.