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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Can,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.