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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.