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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.