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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Smog,
the Association,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.