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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Ossler,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.