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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.