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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.