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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.