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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.