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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.