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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.