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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.