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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.