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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.