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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.