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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.