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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.