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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 oboe 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.