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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
CMW,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.