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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.