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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 The Sound to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.