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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.