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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Lalann,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.