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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Ultravox,
Monks,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Television,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.