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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.