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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.