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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.