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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Television,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.