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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.