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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.