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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.