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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.