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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.