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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.