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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.