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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.