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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Chrome,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.