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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 güiro 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.