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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.