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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.