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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.