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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
X-102,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.