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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.