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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Monks,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.