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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Franke,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.