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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.