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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.