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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Scion,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.