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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Niagra to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.