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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.