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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Gladiators to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
The Slits,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.