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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.