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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.