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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.