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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.