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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.