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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.