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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.