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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.