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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.