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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.