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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.