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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.