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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.