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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.