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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.