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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.