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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.