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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Index to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Index,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.