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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.