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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.