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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.