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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.