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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.