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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.