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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.