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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.