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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Fear,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.