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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Organ,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.