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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.