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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.