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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.