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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Human League to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.