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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.