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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Mars,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.