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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.