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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.