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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.