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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 R.M.O. 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.