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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.