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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.