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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.