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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.