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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Gong,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Organ,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.