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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
The Index,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.