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 Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
The Names,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.