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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Nas,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.