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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
The Names,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.