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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.