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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
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.