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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.