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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.