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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.