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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.