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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.