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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.