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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.