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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.