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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.