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 Gabon 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Hardrive,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.