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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.