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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.