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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Swans,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.