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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.