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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Wings,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.