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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.