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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.