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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.