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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.