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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.