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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.