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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.