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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.