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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.