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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.