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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Pole,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.