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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.