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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Fear,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.