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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.