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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.