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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.