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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters 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?
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
X-102,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.