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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.